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Bliss
Kathryn Littlewood
“It was the summer Rosemary Bliss turned ten that she saw her mother fold a lightning bolt into a bowl of batter and learned – beyond the shadow of a doubt – that her parents made magic in the Bliss Bakery.” – A delicious new novel for girls, the first in a trilogy.The Bliss family cook book is a closely guarded secret. Centuries old and filled with magical recipes, it has been used for years to keep things running smoothly in the town of Calamity Falls. But when eleven-year-old Rose Bliss and her three siblings are left in charge of the family bakery, one magical mishap follows another until the town is in utter chaos!Treat yourself to big helping of this hilarious magical adventure.
Dedication (#u74a68b6c-2753-5e31-9697-3f9c4750a3ab)
For Ted
Contents
Cover (#u279158c1-ac62-5403-b1f0-fc13daf8a012)
Title Page (#ufe02e4bb-c945-5a74-93e1-46e2fced8c00)
Dedication
Prologue - A Pinch of Magic (#uaa329116-965d-5923-bf6b-fc1bfd3be4ac)
Chapter 1 - Calamity Falls (#u92631afa-8e84-54e9-bb2c-5d34257ef69e)
Chapter 2 - A Hammer Falls (#uf0638c2d-0ce2-5308-8334-ceba2d6e9a64)
Chapter 3 - A Mysterious Stranger (#ub73c18fd-e774-532a-b81e-e04003d48a40)
Chapter 4 - Aunt Lily Helps Out (#u35cab2d7-ff30-5f3c-8d54-53cba2579ade)
Chapter 5 - The Cookery Booke (#u96973cd8-33d4-5a3e-bc84-ec876c839a24)
Chapter 6 - Recipe the First: Love Muffins (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 - Recipe the Second: Cookies of Truth (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 - Truth and Consequences (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 - Love from on High (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 - You Scream, I Scream (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 - Recipe the Third: Turn-Around-Inside- Out-Upside-Down Cake (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 - Lying to Aunt Lily (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 - Esrever Ni (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 - A New Cook in the Kitchen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 - Recipe the Fourth: Back-to-Before Blackberry Torte (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 - Sunrise, Sunset (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 - Homecoming (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 - Disappearing Acts (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgments
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
IT WAS THE summer Rosemary Bliss turned ten that she saw her mother fold a lightning bolt into a bowl of batter and learned – beyond the shadow of a doubt – that her parents made magic in the Bliss bakery.
It was the month the youngest Calhoun child, six-year-old Kenny, had wandered into an open relay room at the train station, touched the wrong knob, and nearly been electrocuted. The charge hadn’t killed him outright. It was just powerful enough to make his hair stand on end and to land him in the hospital.
When Rose’s mother, Purdy, heard about Kenny’s coma, she closed the bakery, saying, “This is no time for cookies,” and then she set to work in the kitchen. She couldn’t be drawn away for food or sleep. Nights passed and still she worked. Rose’s father, Albert, watched Rose’s siblings, while Rose begged her mother to help in the kitchen. But Rose was sent to do errands instead – to town for extra flour or dark chocolate or Tahitian vanilla.
Finally, late Sunday evening, as the fiercest storm they’d had all summer lashed Calamity Falls with thunder, lightning and heavy rain that pounded the roof like handfuls of flung gravel, Purdy made an announcement: “It’s time.”
“We can’t leave the children,” Albert said. “Not in a storm like this one.”
Purdy nodded sharply. “Then I guess we have no choice but to bring them all along.” She turned and shouted upstairs, “Field trip, everyone!”
Rose hiccupped with excitement as her father packed her and her brothers and baby sister into the family’s minivan, along with a large mason jar made out of worn blue glass.
Wind and rain rocked the van on its wheels and almost pushed it off the road, but Albert gritted his teeth and pressed on to the barren top of Bald Man’s Peak.
He parked. “Are you sure you should be doing this?” he asked his wife.
She loosened the lid on the mason jar. “Kenny is too young. I have to at least try.” And then she kicked open the door and rushed out into the rain.
Rose watched her mother stagger forward into the teeth of the storm, right into the centre of the clearing. She pulled the lid off and raised the jar high over her head.
That was when the lightning came.
With a blood-stopping crack the first bolt tore the sky in two and came down right in the jar. The entire plateau lit up, and Rose’s mother was suddenly burning bright as though she were made of light.
“Mama!” Rose cried and surged towards the door, but Albert held her back.
“It’s not ready yet!” he said. There was another crack of lightning, and another—
Afterwards Rose didn’t know whether she had been blinded by the light or by her tears.
“Mama!” she whimpered.
And then the van door was opening again, and her mother slid back into the car. She was soaking wet and smelled like a burning toaster, but other than that, she looked unharmed. Rose stared into the jar and saw hundreds of crackling veins of blue light flickering about.
“Get us home pronto,” Purdy said. “This is the final ingredient.”
Back at home, the kids were sent to bed, but Rose stayed awake in secret and watched her mother work.
Purdy stood over a metal mixing bowl filled with a smooth white batter. She carefully positioned the mason jar over the bowl and opened the lid. Little flickers of blue light poured out of the jar and zigzagged into the batter like snakes, turning the whole thing a glowing greenish colour.
Purdy turned the batter with a spoon and whispered, “Electro Correcto.” Then she poured it into a loaf pan and put it in the oven. She closed the door and, without glancing over her shoulder, said, “You should be in bed, Rosemary Bliss.”
Rose didn’t sleep very well that night. Her dreams were filled with lightning, with her mother glowing an electric orange and wagging a finger at her to go to bed.
In the morning, Purdy put the loaf on a plate, added a drizzle of white frosting from a pastry bag, and called to Albert, “Let’s go!” She crooked a finger at Rose. “You too.”
Then Rose, Purdy and Albert went to the hospital room where Kenny lay.
Rose didn’t think he looked so bad from the outside – a little quieter than normal, a little bluer than anyone should be – but there were grim-looking machines hooked up to him, and his pulse was a weak beeping in the tiny room.
Kenny’s mother looked up, saw Mrs Bliss, and burst into tears. “It’s too late for cakes, Purdy!” she said, but Rose’s mother just eased a crumb between his lips.
Nothing happened for the longest time.
And then there was the faintest gulp.
She slid a bigger chunk into his mouth. This time, his tongue moved and there was a louder gulp. Then she pushed a whole mouthful in, and his jaw seemed to work of its own accord. He chewed and swallowed, and before his eyes opened, said, “You got any milk?”
After that moment, Rose knew that the rumours were true: the baked goods from the Follow Your Bliss Bakery actually were magical. And her mother and father, despite living in a small town, owning a minivan and sometimes wearing bumbags, were kitchen magicians.
And Rose couldn’t help but ponder: Am I going to become a kitchen magician too?
TWO YEARS LATER, Rose had seen her fair share of catastrophes large and small in Calamity Falls – and had watched as her parents quietly mended them all.
When old Mr Rook began sleepwalking on to other people’s lawns, Purdy made him a batch of Stone Sleep Snickerdoodles, filling one of her giant bowls with flour, brown sugar, eggs, nutmeg and the yawn of a weasel, which Albert had painstakingly collected. Mr Rook never sleepwalked again.
When huge Mr Wadsworth got trapped at the bottom of a well and the fire department couldn’t manage to pull him out, Albert trapped the tail of a cloud in one of the blue mason jars, which Purdy then baked into Fluffy White Macaroons. “I hardly think this is a time for sweets, Mrs Bliss!” Mr Wadsworth cried when they lowered a box, “but they’re so delicious!” He devoured two dozen. Climbing out of the well was no problem after that – he practically floated.
And when Mrs Rizzle, the retired opera singer, found herself too hoarse to make it through the final dress rehearsal of Oklahoma! at the Calamity Falls Playhouse, Purdy made a Singing Gingersnap, which required that Rose go to the market for some ginger root, and that Albert go and collect the song of a nightingale – which had to be done at night.
In Germany.
Albert usually didn’t mind these daring adventures to collect magical ingredients – except for the time he had to collect the sting of a bee. He always brought home a little extra, and those ingredients were carefully labelled, stored in blue mason jars and hidden in the Follow Your Bliss kitchen where no one – except someone who knew where to look – would ever find them.
Rose was the one usually sent to collect the more mundane, less dangerous ingredients – eggs, flour, milk, nuts. The only emergencies Rose ever had to deal with were caused by her three-year-old little sister.
On the morning of 13 July, Rose woke to the clattering of metal bowls on the tiled floor of her family kitchen. It was the kind of violent, reverberating crash that would make the hair on an ordinary person’s neck stand at attention. Rose just rolled her eyes.
“Rose!” her mother shouted. “Can you come down to the kitchen?”
Rose heaved herself out of bed and stumbled down the wooden staircase, still in her undershirt and flannel shorts.
The kitchen of the Bliss home also happened to be the kitchen of the Follow Your Bliss Bakery, which Rose’s parents operated out of a sunny front room that faced a bustling street in Calamity Falls. Where most families had a couch and a television, the Blisses had a counter filled with pies, a cash register and a few booths and benches for customers.
Purdy Bliss was standing in the centre of the kitchen amid a wreck of spilled metal bowls, little mountains of flour, an overturned sack of sugar and the brilliant orange yolks of a dozen cracked eggs. White cake flour was still swirling in the air like smoke.
Rose’s little sister, Leigh Bliss, sat in the centre of the floor with her Polaroid camera round her neck and raw egg smeared on her cheek. She smiled gleefully as she snapped a photo of the wreckage.
“Parsley Bliss,” Purdy began. “You ran through this kitchen and knocked over all the ingredients for this morning’s poppy muffins. You know that people are waiting for our poppy muffins. And now they’re not going to get any.”
Leigh frowned for a moment, ashamed, then grinned widely and ran out of the room. She was still too young to feel bad about anything for longer than a minute.
Purdy threw her hands up in the air and laughed. “It’s a good thing she’s so cute.”
Rose looked with horror at the mess on the floor. “Can I help clean?”
“No, I’ll get your dad to do it. But,” Purdy ventured, handing Rose a list scrawled on the back of an envelope, “you could ride into town and pick up these ingredients.” She looked again at the wreckage on the floor. “It’s a bit of an emergency.”
“Sure, Mum,” Rose said, resigned to her fate as the family courier.
“Oh!” Purdy cried. “I almost forgot.” She removed the silver chain from her neck and handed it to Rose. The chain carried what Rose always assumed was a charm, but which, on closer inspection, revealed itself to be a silver key in the shape of a tiny whisk.
“Go to the locksmith and get a copy made of this key. We’re going to need it. This is very, very important, Rosemary.”
Rose examined the key. It was beautiful and delicate – like a spider touching all its toes together. She’d seen her mother wearing it like a charm round her neck, but always assumed it was just another one of her mother’s bizarre jewellery choices, like the butterfly brooch whose wings spanned fifteen centimetres or the hat-shaped hat pin.
“And when you’re done, you can go and buy yourself a Stetson’s doughnut. Even though I don’t know why you like them. They’re quite inferior.”
Rose, in fact, hated the taste of Stetson’s doughnuts. They were too dry and too cakey and tasted a little like cough syrup – what else could you expect from doughnuts served up at a place called Stetson’s Doughnut and Automotive Repair? But buying one meant getting to drop seventy-five cents into the outstretched hand of Devin Stetson.
Devin Stetson, who was twelve like her but seemed so much older, who sang tenor in the Calamity Falls Community Chorus, who had sandy blond hair that fell in his eyes, and who knew how to repair a torn fan belt.
Whenever he passed her in the halls at school, she found an excuse to stare at her shoes. In fact, the most she’d ever said to him in real life was “Thanks for the doughnut,” but in her brain they had already sped alongside the river on his moped, had made a picnic in the middle of an open field and read poetry out loud and let the long grass tickle their faces, had kissed under a street lamp in the autumn. Maybe today she would cross one of those off her list of things to do in real life with Devin Stetson. Or not. What would he want with a baker?
Rose turned to go and get dressed.
“Oh, and another thing!” Purdy cried again. “Take your little brother with you.”
Rose looked past the mess in the kitchen and through the side door into the yard, where her younger brother Sage Bliss was bouncing with gusto on their giant trampoline, shouting theatrically, still in his pyjamas.
Rose groaned. Carrying ingredients in the front basket of her bike was hard enough, but dragging Sage from door to door made the whole thing ten times harder.
1. Borzini’s Nuttery. 1 lb poppy seeds
Rose and Sage leaned their bikes against the stuccoed storefront of Borzini’s Nuttery and went inside. You really couldn’t miss Borzini’s Nuttery. It was the only store in Calamity Falls shaped like a peanut.
Sage marched immediately to a barrel of Mr Borzini’s fanciest imported Ethiopian macadamia nuts, shoved his arms into the barrel and tossed dozens of the nuts in the air. Rose stared at her brother as he scrambled like a nervous juggler to catch the macadamias in his mouth before they hit the floor.
At nine years old, Sage already looked like he belonged onstage at a comedy club. A mess of curly strawberry blond hair exploded from the top of his head, and two freckled, pudgy cheeks took up most of his face. His red eyebrows hovered over his eyes in a look of permanent confusion.
“Sage, why are you doing that?” said Rose.
“I saw Ty do it with popcorn, and he caught most of it in his mouth.”
Ty was their big brother, the eldest Bliss child, and he had one of those faces that made everyone melt. He had wavy red hair and wild grey eyes like a Siberian husky. He was fifteen and played every sport there was to play, and though he wasn’t always the tallest, he was always the handsomest. He was exactly the sort of boy who could toss a handful of popcorn in the air and catch all of it in his mouth. The only thing he couldn’t do was be bothered to help with the bakery. But their parents didn’t seem to mind much. Ty’s face was like a get-out-of-jail-free card that worked better and better with each passing year.
